The Truth (Norma Jeane)

12 days without a memory

And 7 years of peace

All shattered into pieces

When Gladys took you back

Her breakdowns, the asylums

You’d often changed your homes

And you wished yourself away

To some protective Dad

It’s hard to start

if you don’t start

with the truth

Lost feelings of attachment

Relations on and off

They all demand a piece of yours

A filling for their lacks

Emotions helter skelter

Your path was set by men

With no respect for limits

Dissociate – and fade to black

It’s hard to start

if you don’t start

with the truth

Do you have a dream for me?

Would you please project your needs into me?

May I serve you, may I please?

Who can save this little Norma Jeane?

Happy Birthday to you

Feels so tragic and blue

Makes you cry on the spot

An emotional wreck

Ulysses on your nightstand

Your sleeping pills at hand

Whatever you had given

You never got it back

It’s hard to start

if you don’t start

with the truth